In which stir craziness tightens its grip around the fevered brain of our stay-at-home hero
I had a bonkers dream last night.
I dreamt that I bought a yacht.
It was in Australia.
So I flew out to the Land of Oz, where we had a couple of shakedown cruises.
The yacht was crewed, and I only took the helm for the final ‘back to port’ leg.
We agreed a price and I stocked the yacht for the journey back to the UK.
So far, so straightforward.
But then my dream became locked in a weird logical loop.
I couldn’t decide on the route back home.
Should I head northwest through the Indian Ocean?
If I did (my dream reasoned), I could pick up a stopover in the Maldives/BIOT, before heading in to the Gulf of Aden, then the Red Sea, Gulf of Suez, and finally in to the Med via the Suez Canal.
From Port Said it would be a relatively straightforward journey through the Med, through the Straits of Gibraltar, and then northwards, hugging the coast of Portugal, across the Bay of Biscay and back to Blighty.
Or should I head east-northeast, across the South Pacific, stopping en route at the Cook Islands, and French Polynesia, before crossing to Panama, and motoring through the Panama Canal.
Then crossing The Atlantic to Cape Verde, before heading northwards via the Canary Islands, Funchal, crossing Biscay before landing back at Blighty.
Here’s a map showing (approximately at least) the two routes:
The yacht, by the way, was an HR 36, which makes the dream all the more bonkers, because Hallberg-Rassy yachts are made in, er, Sweden.
Not Australia at all.
I don’t know which route I did choose, because the bulk of the dream was taken up with agonising over the route decision.
And I woke, before I’d got around to making the final choice.
I am beginning to suspect that my dreams have become more odd – they have certainly become rememberable (yes, it is a word, I checked) – since my heart attack.
Maybe it’s the meds.
I have spent much of today on various sailing forums, trying to ascertain which would be the best route from Oz to the UK.